A Gift in Disguise Ch. 09

"I don't understand, Marta. If the information about these 'gifted ones,' the saino, was so fragmented and not consistently passed from mother to daughter or perpetuated by any other device, how would your mother have received it? And why would she have passed it along to you, unless she had experienced one herself?"

"I have personally verified the legend of shifuku. It has a body of knowledge or teachings that has been passed forward from generation to generation. But as for the saino? It's just not the same; it doesn't seem as verifiable. As for how mother learned of it and why she even passed it along to me? I don't know, Tom." She simply shrugged. "I just don't know. She never answered those questions directly when I asked her."

Marta's response sounded honest, yet the distinct impression I got was that she suspected her mother had found and experienced the pleasures of a saino during her marriage to Marta's father.

"So, do you think I might be one of those 'gifted ones'?" I asked Marta. My question was more a result of curiosity about the legend than about any real desire to be labeled as one.

"Well, regardless of the factual basis of the saino, Tom, your sexual interactions chronicled in detail in Lorraine's files and personally experienced by Lorraine, Kim, Amanda, Jamie, and Emily are undeniably similar to the stories my mother passed along to me. Your behaviors and their effects on your partners speak for themselves.

Remember when you were on the CT scanner and Kim masturbated you to orgasm so they could observe your brain activity before, during, and after orgasm?"

I nodded, fascinated by something in Marta's voice as well as her explanation.

"Remember that afterwards, Jamie told you that at the instant you ejaculated, Kim simultaneously climaxed with you? Of course being consumed by your own orgasm and being restrained on the scan table, you didn't see it or hear her's at the time, but later on you learned that Kim had not been touching herself at all while she was masturbating you. Yet at the instant your cum erupted from your erection, she climaxed as well. Her own spontaneous orgasm left her unsteady, shaky, and she had to be assisted to leave the CT scan room.

Remember in Lorraine's or maybe Amanda's office you allowed Kim to manually masturbate you while at the same time anally stimulating your prostate with her finger? Remember the earth-shaking orgasm you had from that?

And even before those incidents, it was only your 'gift', Tom, not my shifuku that had restored Kim's ability to orgasm after she had been unable to for years. In fact, every time I tried to help her to cum before she had even met you, it was as if Kim was somehow involuntarily redirecting my own sexual stimulation energy back at me and causing me to climax.

As for the experience with Emily on Lorraine's front porch, even though there was a brief moment of incidental genital contact through your clothing with her, your memory was that your orgasm was more stimulated by her kiss than by that contact. That was Emily's recollection of her own sexual sensations as well. Emily has learned well how to bring her shifuki partner to orgasm doing nothing more than deep kissing her partner's mouth, the 'strike of the serpent'. I've experienced it, and its power is more intense than most men or women could imagine. But what happened when I tried to bring Kim to orgasm sounds a lot like what happened to Emily when she delivered the 'strike of the serpent' to you.

And then there's this, Tom. One of the things Lorraine quickly observed when you first sought her help was that you would speak unusually candidly and responsively about sex, including your own sexual preferences. That is highly difficult for Western people, especially men. According to Kim, Amanda, and Jamie, you are sexually very honest and open without being coarse or boastful. The ease and sensitivity with which you can discuss sexuality with a woman puts us very much at ease with you. That was one of the consistently talked about traits of a saino, Tom. Just look at the conversation we've had today if you need any further proof of that.

You'll recall, too,that Lorraine's assessment of your situational impotence when you first went to her was that many and maybe all of the women with whom you were unsuccessful were not rejecting you personally. For whatever reason, they were simply not receptive to sex with anyone at that particular time. While some men might have forced the issue and pushed intercourse, you didn't. You said it was because you were impotent, but Lorraine's feeling is that something inside you was generating an impotence response to keep you from doing something very wrong that both you and the women would likely have regretted.

Consider this, too. You've had sex with Lorraine, Kim, Jamie, and Amanda. We've all openly discussed that with each other and with you. Doesn't it seem a bit strange to you that there isn't the slightest bit of jealousy among us women? That is completely consistent with the effect the saino supposedly had on women.

One would have thought the saino would have been competitively sought by women who would work to undermine their competitors for his attentions. But there was something in the sexual chemistry of the saino that apparently turned jealousy into trust, acceptance, and an uncharacteristic compulsion to have other women experience a saino.

And remember, too, that the saino did not stand out from other men - other than his sexual performance and perhaps a maturity beyond his chronological age. The women, who would almost certainly not have known the stories about the saino, simply saw them as prized and gifted lovers. Even more remarkable, the women who experienced the sexual attention of a saino frequently encouraged the saino to share his 'gift' with their close friends.

Emily is displaying the signs of the shifuki's extraordinary fascination with the surprisingly strong effect of a man's penis — yours in particular — on her libido. She's never experienced that before. Jamie and Emily both told me about the way Emily quickly volunteered to be the first to stroke the demonstration prosthetic phallus mounted on the base in Jamie's conference room. It was modeled after your's, Tom. Emily's reaction to the phallus is consistent with the reaction of a shifuki. That she would have such a reaction when handling an inanimate, manufactured phallus, even one modeled down to the last detail after yours, is still remarkable. I'd suggest that at that moment and in Emily's mind, she was actually holding your cock and not a prosthetic phallus in her hand.

Sexual altruism, being considerate of his partner and always seeming to know exactly what it would take to give her pleasure, was often a trait exhibited by the saino.

Emily also told me about how you thought it unwise for you and Jamie to be there when she and Lorraine first have sex with each other using the prosthetic phallus. She said Jamie was hesitant but willing, however you were outwardly concerned that your and Jamie's being there in the same room and watching — and maybe more than watching — would affect both Emily's and Lorraine's responses to the phallus. But Emily and Lorraine discussed it, and they both concluded that you could be correct — and also very considerate about their feelings. Your rational, restrained behavior in the face of what many men your age would consider a remarkable sexual opportunity also suggests you have some power above and beyond an ordinary male."

Marta paused to give me time to absorb everything she had said. Then she continued.

"And speaking of Lorraine's new phallus," she said, "I should probably tell you that both Emily and Lorraine were very impressed with your desire for them both to be as comfortable as possible when they have sex with each other for the first time with the phallus. I think it's time you know what has happened.

I told you, truthfully, that Emily is over at the state capital for the next two days taking her CLU classes. What I didn't tell you is that Lorraine drove over to join her, and she took the phallus with her. They both thought getting away from all the distractions around here would provide a relaxed opportunity to test it. In fact, they decided to register at one of the capital's many no-tell motels where the sights and sounds of sexual activity attract no undue attention. They thought that it would enhance their experience by not needing to be especially quiet or even discreet. Lorraine joked that she might wear the phallus into the motel's outdoor pool and seduce Emily while they were in full view of anyone who cared to watch. At least, I assume she was joking."

"I thought they had decided to hold off having sex until after Jamie and I have completed the new version of the phalluses, the ones that change color and temperature."

"They had. That was fully their intention," Marta replied. "But then this opportunity arose to get away and try the phallus privately for the first time together. They decided to take advantage of it.

They were both concerned that you and Jamie might discourage them if they told you. Are you upset with them?"

I thought about it briefly before responding but then said, "No, of course not. And I'm sure Jamie won't be either. I think it is much more important that they both be at ease with each other in a relaxing setting than making a video documenting their interaction and responses to the phallus. If there are any major problems with the phallus, they'll both remember it. If there are only minor tweaks we need to make, they'll probably remember those with each successive use when they're back here."

Marta nodded her approval to my response.

"So, what about you and Kim? Do you still intend to wait for Jamie's latest modifications?" I asked.

"After Lorraine and Emily decided to sneak off and play with Lorraine's present version, Kim and I talked with Jamie about Kim's new one. I think Jamie hopes you and she will be able to meet with Lorraine and Emily to get their feedback on Lorraine's present version before redoing Kim's new one.

After you're satisfied with the Lorraine version 2, then Jamie will adapt Kim's before she and I test drive it. Unless, of course, Kim and I decide we just can't wait. We're both itching to play, each for our own separate reasons."

Even as my mind imagined Lorraine wearing her phallus and pumping Emily wildly, I had one last question about the saino story Marta's mother had passed on to her.

"But Marta, you said you learned the shifuku stuff from your mother who learned it from her mother. If I'm one of these sainos, where did I learn it? If I had learned it, wouldn't I remember something like that?"

"You're right, Tom, I did learn shifuku. Lorraine and I are both convinced it is a learned behavior. Critically, however, the woman must be a willing and eager student. It isn't something passed or learned casually. It takes a conscious effort.

But as for the saino, we don't know its origin. The absence of any meaningful provenance leads me to speculate that rather than being learned like shifuku, the saino's attributes may somehow genetically reside in some men but remain dormant until something triggers it in some future generation man.

That's why I subtly encouraged Lorraine, Kim, Amanda, and Jamie to include genetic testing on you, Tom. Of course, as I said before, I never told them about the saino, but I hoped that genetically testing you might reveal some suggestion about why you are the way you are. Lorraine even suggested that all of the tests that can be used to identify prodigious savant syndrome should be run on you. They were, but as you know, every test that was run returned results showing you are extraordinarily healthy with no underlying physical, emotional, or genetic conditions.

Even without any knowledge of saino, Lorraine, Kim, Amanda, and Jamie have concluded that present day sciences just aren't able to credibly explain your 'gift.'

But even if the saino legend is only a contrivance of convenience to explain what they were otherwise unable to explain, it doesn't change the fact that for hundreds of years, a very few select men have apparently been endowed with remarkable talents to deliver sexual pleasure to their partners, both women and men apparently. The stories that preceded you, Tom, seem to very accurately have described your 'gift' as Lorraine, Kim, and Jamie have documented it from their observations.

And it also doesn't change the fact that for centuries there have been women like me - and Emily - who have developed similar sexual talents for helping other women experience remarkably satisfying sex. Maybe our talents are latent in many women, just waiting for the right set of circumstances or the right person to trigger them. That may also be true of men who have the special 'gift' you have.

So maybe rather than trying to find the source of your 'gift', Tom, just be grateful that you have been thoroughly tested and are a very healthy, very sexy and very sexual young man with an extraordinary 'gift' you are willing to share with equally willing and eager partners. You may very well be the personification of our sexual fantasies."

A very odd feeling came over me. It caused me to look deeply through Marta's eyes and into her soul and ask simply and softly, "What was your fantasy, Marta?"

The question clearly caught her off-guard.

"Wha... What?" she stammered. As she did, her robe opened even further, but she seemed oblivious to it.

"You said after reading my thesis you masturbated and that I was the focus of your fantasy. What was your fantasy with me?" I asked softly but firmly.

For the first time since I met her, Marta seemed completely flummoxed.

"You misunderstood, Tom. I didn't mean me. I meant ..."

I became uncharacteristically insistent.

"No, Marta, you meant exactly what you said. And I'm fine with that. I can't imagine you could dream up any sexual fantasy that would not be as exciting for me as it is for you."

The soul-penetrating look Marta gave me in return almost stopped my heart. An unspoken but no less comprehensible communication seemed to engulf both of us.

For the next few seconds, we only looked at each other. I felt a change inside me, and judging from her expression, so did Marta.

When she spoke again, Marta didn't answer my question directly. She didn't have to.

"I have to know."

I removed my hand from under hers, then stood up. Marta stood as well. She made no effort to close her robe or look away from me.

With no other words spoken or needed, she turned and started to walk into one of the guest house's close-by bedrooms.

The room was comfortably warm. The bed linens had been turned down completely exposing the fitted bottom sheet.

Once inside, Marta turned slowly toward me. She said nothing.

Then, I simply began to slowly disrobe. I wasn't doing a strip-tease, although much to my surprise I was trying to exhibit sexuality and confidence. And maybe a hint of my own defiance.

With each successive piece of clothing that I removed, her facial expression remained determined. However the pupils of her eyes had begun to dilate, and her skin on her upper chest was beginning to redden. My cock was still flaccid, however she didn't seem to notice or even care. Oddly, that did not alarm me, either.

I stood, completely naked, a short distance from her without speaking and without losing eye contact with her.

With seemingly no movement on her part, Marta's robe fell to the ground.

What I had briefly and enticingly seen before while she had been talking across the table paled in comparison to what I saw now.

Being a Filipina-Japanese mix had given the 40+ year old Marta Satsuka Cruz a slender, beautifully proportioned body in an unusually tall 5-foot 7-inch frame. Her white skin was remarkably smooth and youthful showing no signs of aging wrinkles anywhere. Likewise, her 34-inch (I judged) breasts showed no indication of any sagging. I could almost feel my lips around those elongated cylindrical nipples. My visual tour followed down to her tapered waist, then on to her full bush of thick, black, straight pubic hair. It's straightness extended forward and made it seem even thicker and much more inviting. I wondered what my 24-year old cock would feel like working its way through it to the valley it concealed. And judging from the graceful muscularity showing in her thighs and calves, having those legs wrapped around me would squeeze every last microliter of cum from my balls.

My cock, surprisingly flaccid until seeing Marta's nakedness, began to finally come alive.

Without really thinking about it, I moved my right hand to my still-soft manhood and began to stroke it. As I did, I looked back at Marta.

The muscles in her body seemed to slowly tighten with each of my slow masturbatory strokes. Her eyes narrowed.

I had seen that look before on Emily's face an instant before she attacked me on Lorraine's porch. It was a look of hunger revealed in the eyes of a predator about to strike at its prey. It left little doubt I had been the day's intended prey.

I subconsciously braced for Marta's attack.

But instead of lunging at me as I had expected and as Emily had done, Marta stalked slowly but purposefully toward me. I continued to stroke myself. Her eyes moved to my hand that was working my cock slowly and methodically. She slowed her walk, clearly enthralled with my manual manipulation.

Once she came close enough for me to feel her body heat crossing the divide between us, she raised her arms, moving her hands towards my face. It was then I saw the blackness of the hair in her armpits.

With my hand still slowly encouraging my hardness, Marta's hands gently landed on my face, one hand on each side.

Now she moved so closely that I had to stop stroking. The tip of my cock touched her lower abdomen. She moved even closer and caused my underside of my erection to slide up the dark hair landing strip between her bush and her navel.

I moved my hands around her hips and settled them on her ass cheeks.

Marta pushed her body firmly against mine and brought her slightly-parted lips to mine. In contrast with Emily's forceful, grinding kiss, Marta's was gentle though not reluctant. She moved her lips lightly and quickly to different parts on and around my lips. Though not particularly forceful, her kisses were none the less arousing. Quiet but distinctive sounds of pleasure uncontrollably escaped my lips.

I began kneading her ass cheeks with my hands, their pressure and release corresponded rhythmically with Marta's kisses. I pulled her body more tightly against mine, feeling the coarseness and thickness of her pussy hair paint-brushing my still not yet full erection and balls with her wetness. She moved to her tiptoes, then back down, again and again to accentuate the excitement of my partial erection up and down over her clit. Her coarse pubic hair rubbing my shaft added to my own pleasure.

The force and intensity of our kisses increased gradually over the next two or three minutes. Our arousal was being mutually controlled, exciting but not surging as if by some mutual agreement there was no hurry to reach an inevitable destination.

Then, Marta slowly and gently pushed herself away from me. Oddly, I was not shocked or surprised.

Wordlessly she turned me so the backs of my legs were against he coolness of the bedsheet on the bed. Needing no command, I laid down on the bed on my back. I then spread my legs slightly and began masturbating myself. Marta stood just out of arms length from me, her eyes locked on the reddening tip of my penis.

She walked closer now, close enough to reach out and take my hand from my cock. I gave her free control, and she moved my hand to her hairy mound. I slowly and very gently entangled my fingers in the coarse and damp hair, seeking to find the source of the heat emanating from it. Marta's breathing and love sounds intensified as my fingers found their mark. Our positions were perfectly aligned, not at all awkwardly, so I could easily position my hand on her womanhood comfortably for me and exquisitely pleasurable for her.